Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 13:31:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek
Subject: Weekend with Brett (3)
Brett turned the light off then, and we settled in, our bare legs, and
hips in warm contact. The room, as well as the whole cabin, had gone really
quiet, and in a matter of minutes, I could tell Brett had fallen asleep,
his breathing a soft, steady rhythm beside me. I was still kind of charged
up for going right to sleep, the experiences of the day, and evening still
playing vividly in my mind, especially that last part, where Brett had
actually sucked me, and even let me shoot my stuff into his mouth. Amazing,
really, really, amazing, I thought, my hand sliding down to fondle my
stiffening dick. As I stroked it, I kind of shook my head on my pillow,
still having trouble actually believing this whole day, even though it had
been kind of a dream come true for me. Finally, the need for sleep became
stronger than my mental reflections, so I gave my boner a last squeeze,
then, rolled over onto my tummy, savoring the awesome feelings of my
erection sliding against the smooth, cool sheet, and my last coherent
thought of the day was that this naked sleeping thing was a really cool
idea.
My eyes opened slowly, blinking against the brightness of the bedroom,
my sleep shrouded brain finally registering that sunlight was streaming
into the loft room, meaning it wass well into the morning. I rolled over on
my back, and stretched, my arms going above my head, as my body flexed,
tightly stretching my muscles. As I bent my leg, my knee bumped against
Brett's firm little bubble butt, as he lay on his side facing away from me,
but kind of spooning, his knees tucked under him. The top sheet was gone,
having been kicked away during the warm night, and Brett's pretty little
butt was fully exposed to me, so, I relaxed into my pillow, and checked it
out, carefully. It was, definitely, kind of cute, all small, and compact,
like twin little mounds of snow-white flesh divided perfectly by the
crevice that centered between the taut mounds. I looked closely at the
smoothness of his back, and the definition of his shoulders, and arms,
then, down over that little butt again, to follow the curvature of his
folded legs. Like me, Brett was mostly smooth, and hairless, with just a
hint of barely visible peach fuzz beginning to show on his lower legs, and,
of course, the sparse sprouting of his few pubes, very much like my own.
I turned my head, moving slightly closer to him, and inhaled, the scent
of his body filling my senses, and I detected some kind of fresh, nearly
sweet smell about him, either lingering soap scent, or shampoo, or maybe
both. I looked at the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, and at his kind
of tiny ear where it peeked from the strands of hair that nearly covered
it, then, being kind of caught up in the scents of him, and the warmth
radiating from his smooth body, I inched closer to him, and rolled onto my
side, as I spontaneously slid out my tongue, and softly licked at the soft
skin of his neck, just below that cute little ear. He stirred slightly,
tightening his body curl, which caused the firm little pillows of his butt
to project even closer toward me, and I gasped softly, when the head of my
dick contacted the softness, and heat, of his cute little ass. I held very
still, and looked down between us, my eyes widening, as I saw the pink head
of my dick pressing against the cheek of his butt. My dick hardened
instantly, and I instinctively flexed my hips forward, pushing the
sensitive head of my dick firmly into the smooth pillow of his butt, and a
voltage-like charge zapped at my balls, as I gasped again, this time far
too loudly. Brett stirred again, his head turning on the pillow, as his
soft little butt kind of pressed back at me, adding pressure to my already
fully alert dick, and I gasped again from the incredible feeling, and added
an audible moan as well. Awake now, and apparently aware of my boner poking
into his butt cheek, Brett kind of giggled softly, and wiggled his sweet
little butt, sending another of those sharp jolts coursing through my
balls.
"Jeez dude...you're hard as a fricking rock...you had that thing all
night, or what...?" He cackled, again giving a little wiggle to that soft
butt, and again zapping my poor balls.
I shuddered slightly, savoring the sweet tremors that passed over me,
then, made a forward lunge of my own, jamming my boner pretty hard against
his butt, and just as I made the move, he shifted, and I gasped loudly, as
about half of my shaft pushed right into his crack, the head of it actually
brushing against his very warm little hole. Brett jumped like I had scalded
him, pulling away, and all but leaping off the bed, turning toward me, his
eyes like saucers, and his lush mouth formed into an oval of surprise.
"Hey lamo...!" he barked, "You trying to stick that thing in me, or
what...?"
I felt my face go all hot, as I quickly shook my head no, muttering,
"No, man...jeez...you moved, is all...like, just when I was gonna sorta
jam your butt cheek, you freeking moved, and it, like, slipped
in...there...I'm sorry, dude...honest..."
Calming some, the funny side of the event must have struck him then,
because he suddenly broke into peals of giggles, before leaping back onto
the bed, landing squarely on top of me, as we rolled around the bed
wrestling, our naked bodies entwined, as we grappled around on the
mattress, giggling like school girls. He finally managed to pin me, his
prone body lying across mine at a ninety degree angel, as he let his weight
hold me fast to the bed, as he started declaring victory. Thinking quickly,
refusing to admit defeat, my hand shot out, and grabbed his half-hard
penis, and yanked it, as he yelped loudly, trying to pull away, which of
course only served to enhance the yank I was already giving his dick. He
yelped again, slapping at my wrist with his hand, as he wailed that I was
going to rip his dick off if I didn't let go. Not hardly likely, I thought,
but I let him go anyway, and he rolled off me, scooting around so that he
was lying along side me, both of us grinning, and panting.
"Jeezo Lamo...you hurt my dick, man...freeking pervert...you pulled
really hard...shit..!" he sulked.
Reaching down, I gently cradled his cute penis in my palm, then, rubbed
my fingers over it, which pretty much instantly restored it to full
hardness. I winked at him, and said,
"Dunno about that, dude...seems pretty ok to me...but hey...if I hurt
it, then, how about I kiss it, and make it all better...?"
He giggled, nearly instantly nodding his head, as grinned wickedly at
me, and replied,
"Yea, ok...that could work...go on then Lamo...kiss my dick, and make it
feel all better...!"
In a flash, I had twisted around on the bed, and slid lower, my hand
still gripping his now fully erect boner, as I leaned in, and planted a
wet, noisy kiss on the glassy smooth head of it. He lay still, other than
his chest rising and falling, and let out a sort of soft moan, as I again
kissed the head of his penis, then, licked at it like an ice cream
cone. Holding its stalk firmly, I licked it once more, then, glanced up at
him, and asked,
"How's that...feeling any better...?"
He giggled some more, nodding, as he squeaked,
"Well... a little bit, maybe...but actually...I...um...think it's gonna
take way more, to make it all better..."
I grinned up at him, rubbing the satin-like head of his dick against my
cheek, as I told him,
"Wow...maybe I did hurt it some then...but it's all good, butthead,
cause I actually wanted to suck it, anyhow...!" and with that comment, I
quickly slid the entire four or so inches of his turgid meat inside my
mouth, sucking it, and drooling copiously, as my own hardon pumped against
the smooth sheet under me.
"Scotty...dude...oh, shit...yea...oh man...you do that so
good...fuuuuck...!" he hissed through clenched teeth, as I moved my head
over his throbbing meat, up and down, while my hand clutched at his balls,
probing them, as I got totally serious about my mission, suddenly longing
to once more experience him blowing his stuff into my mouth.
He must have woken up horny, because in no more than maybe three, or
four minutes, he was thrashing all over the bed, his slim hips bucking into
my mouth, as he emitted a steady cadence of small mewing sounds. In answer
to his reaction, I sucked harder, my thumb, and finger closing at the base
of his dick, and pumping it in sync with my mouth movements, and I heard
him squeal above me, as his dick jerked in my mouth, and erupted. His warm,
slippery juice jetted into my mouth, flooding me, as I quickly gulped down
that first offering, only to be instantly flooded again with his second,
and third dollops of creamy nectar, the slightly acrid flavor searing my
taste buds as I happily swallowed it all.
A suddenly very spent Brett collapsed, his breathing ragged and fast, as
I used my fingers to milk the last of his young honey from his balls,
lapping the small drizzles off his wilting boyhood as fast as they appeared
at the tiny slit in his dick. He lifted his head off the pillow, and looked
down at me, his cheeks all flushed red, and his dark eyes fluttering, as he
croaked,
"Holy shit, dude...wow...that...you...fuuuck, man...amazing...!"
I let go of his soft little tool then, and scooted back up the bed,
throwing one leg over his middle to straddle him, then, inched forward,
grabbing my own throbbing hardon, as I swiped the leaking head of it across
his soft lips, back and forth, leaving little wet streaks on his lips from
my leaking dick. His eyes went serious, as he opened his mouth wide, and
held it there, as I flicked my hips forward, and my dick slid into his
mouth. He closed down, and I groaned, as he began sucking me, his hands
going to guide my hips, as I slowly pumped in, and out of his warm, wet,
mouth. My head rolled back on my shoulders, lolling side to side, as I
glided in and out of his mouth, the tingling in my balls growing rapidly,
as Brett worked his magic on me. I wasn't much better than he had been
actually, the pressure in my balls rapidly building to demand release, and
I tried to pull away at the last second, wanting to wait, make it all last
a while longer, but, as my throbbing penis slid out of his mouth, it
spasmed strongly, and erupted, my cum pellets splattering across his
startled face in numerous small puddles that dotted his creamy skin like
some kind of skin rash. The ejaculation over, both of us stayed mock still,
surprise freezing us momentarily, then, nearly in unison, the giggles
overtook us, and we cracked up completely, as the realization set in that I
had just slimed my best bud's sweet face with my cum!
Gasping for air between the raucous giggling, Brett struggled to regain
some composure, as he managed to growl at me,
"Hey lamo...you fricking... spooged up my face...now...lick it clean,
butthead...your mess, you clean it...!"
Seemed like an ok plan to me, I decided, so I did, leaning forward, and
down, I extended my tongue, and laved away every trace of my discharge from
his cute face, savoring the flavor, as I decided that mine actually tasted
a whole lot like his. Brett gleefully giggled the whole time I was
cat-cleaning his face, and, by the time I had finished the job, I had about
decided to just continue on, licking down the length of his body, to once
more capture that pretty little appendage of his in my cummy mouth, and
start the whole process again. I would have too, had his Mom not chosen
that particular moment to shout up the stairwell that we needed to knock
off the wrestling matches, and get our butts downstairs if we wanted to eat
breakfast. Reluctantly, we rolled off the bed, and headed to the bathroom
to square away for a family G-rated appearance, but, the comment, or
directive, from his Mom about our "butts" getting downstairs again
rekindled my earlier interest in that particular portion of Brett's
anatomy, and, as I quickly brushed my teeth, and he stood at the toilet
peeing, I checked that cute little bubble out once more in the mirror,
thinking about awesome it had felt, if only for that one, brief instant, to
slide my dick between those sweet little mounds. He hadn't exactly been
highly receptive of the gesture, I recalled, but then again, it had taken
him some time to come to grips with sucking me, too, and, well, look at
well that had turned out!
Another shout up the stairwell precluded any time for further
contemplation of the subject just then, as Mom was getting serious about
the "now, or no food" threat, so I dropped it, and we hurried to pull on
shorts, and hustle downstairs. The typical teen boy's prioritization
processes regarding the matter of food is notorious, and, Brett and myself
were certainly no different, when it came time for groceries!
(To Be Continued)
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